the bright light at the end of the corridor..
shin's dear hamster has pass on to the next life today..
perhaps passing through the gates of death is like passing quietly through the gate in a pasture fence.. on the other side, you keep walking, without the need to look back.. No shock, no drama, just the lifting of a plank or two in a simple wooden gate in a clearing.. Neither pain, nor floods of light, nor great voices, but just the silent crossing of a meadow..
signing off..
"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome."
nic was lost in the memories of 21:32
a penny of thought.. maybe more..
a quick one..